The Faded River

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The Faded River

The pot was cracked. It sat on the hearth stone, a jagged vein of black running through the clay. It had been his father’s. No, his grandfather’s. Time blurred the lineage. The rim was chipped, a tooth missing from a grinning jaw. "Is it broken?" Thomas asked. His voice was small in the vast hall. The King sat high, draped in fur and gold, his face a mask of indifference. Thomas was old. His...

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